Jan 18, 2021

I took a walk in the morning to a lake. Walking through the snow, my body heated up equipping me with the necessary warmth to enjoy the cold air and weather instead of cursing it. I found a bench with little snow on it. I wiped off the rest and took a seat. Looking out at the lake turned white and made still, I breathed a deep, sharp, crisp breath and exhaled with a smile seeing the carbon dioxide in the air. I brought a book with me. It was a magical morning that I took and made for myself. Hearing the crunch of snow under the feet of passerby.